¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Write, write, write--Joćo's handwriting turned into a horrible one but as long as he was able to read, it was alright. He was relatively relieved that even if they would work with flesh eating plants, it would still be from a safe distance, because Professor Bentley surely wouldn't--
What?
That they were going to CLEAN their TEETH?!
Joćo's hand hung in the air as his mouth dropped for a moment. WHAT?!
He blinked, and slowly looked at his left hand that was still in the air, frozen. He didn't want to LOSE his hand to some bloody plant! He had dreams! He had to live! He had to-- Breathe in, breathe out. They were allowed to take their wands. So at worst, he would just set the plant on fire and be done with it. Fire killed them, right?!
With shaking hands, he put his gloves on. Good thing he had bought the most expensive gloves. That meant they were harder to tear apart, right?! After a few more breathing exercise, he followed the professor with a face much paler than he had first arrived at the class.
Breathing in and out certainly didn't help at all.
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